The Spiral screamed.
The Void trembled.
His wail wasn't sound—it was reality tearing at the seams, as if the very concept of frustration had taken shape and decided to implode. The black space twisted in on itself, and the broken stars around him flickered like dying insects, trying to escape the weight of his rage.
"You dare—!"
His voice echoed through the timeless dark, splitting in layers—one calm, one hysterical, one trembling with fury that bordered on madness. The fabric of the void rippled like disturbed water. Planes cracked. Whole memories shattered just by proximity to his voice.
"I gave you power!" he shrieked. "I handed you a path! You were nothing, Lyrix! Nothing! And now? Broken! Shamed! Beaten into dust in front of a cheering crowd like a cheap storybook villain?!"
